When the last rays of sunlight disappeared at the horizon, they woke. Chris gasped when he woke. It was one of those dreams. He shook his head to take away whatever was left of sleep away. He ran his hands through his hair and opened his drapes. Night. Sometimes he nearly forgot what a sunrise was like. His hair was a loose, blonde waterfall down his back. He slipped on a silk black shirt and left it unbuttoned. He slipped on his worn pair of leather pants and sighed. He put his head in his hands for a moment before leaving the room. His bare feet didn't register the cold of the stone steps as he walked into the living room. His eyes scanned the sparsely lit room. Christian sat on the pathetic skeleton of a chair. He held a candle with one hand and watched his palm burn with the flame in his other. Chris sat on his black velvet chair and stared off into the distance. "Edge?" He asked. Christian put the candle on an antique coffee table. "Where do you think?" Chris gave a half-chuckle. "I see. And has our darling made her appearance yet?" Christian leaned back in his chair. "No. But she gave the most maddening screams in the early morning." "Did she?" Chris asked dully. For once he was thankful his bedroom was on the west wing of the mansion. "Yes. So Edge stayed with her." "How noble." Chris stood. "I'm famished. Shall we?" Christian stood quickly. It wasn't often he was invited to go on the hunt with his Grand-sire. "Let's." He said in what he hoped was a cool tone.
Edge dipped the cloth a bowl of warm water and mopped Steph's brow. She moaned. He was haunting her. She'd slept but awoke to her own shrieks. "Its fine, darling." Steph pushed him away. She felt hunger pangs. She didn't want to. Edge was very aware that she needed to feed. He stood and opened a trunk that was against the wall. He pulled out a white dress that was somewhat reminiscent to one Marilyn Monroe wore when she sang to the President. "Here. Get dressed." Steph grabbed the dress and tossed it to the floor. Edge picked it up and sat on the edge of the bed. He lifted her chin to look at him. "Put in on." He said softly. Steph did as she was told. Edge stilled while she put in on. He wanted her. But that would have to wait. She looked so much like Tessa…and in her clothes. It was uncanny. He took her hand. "Let's go." Steph resisted but found herself useless. His strength far exceeded hers. "Its time to eat." He said darkly.
Chris walked calmly down the street. The block was buzzing. Sunset Boulevard was a happening place in LA. Christian seemed a bit uneasy at his side. All kinds of music blasted out of the clubs and hot spots. He casually walked to the head of a line of a popular club and with a knowing look to the bouncer, walked in. Sweaty bodies danced all along the floor. Chris scanned the crowd and soon found his prey. She was alone. He watched her at the bar sipping her cosmopolitan. He could smell her Jlo perfume from the door. Christian watched as he disappeared through the crowd and reappeared at her side. After a few drinks, she was all over him.
Christian stood around, not knowing what to do. This wasn't exactly his kinda targets. He usually took out a bum living under a bridge. His attention was diverted when a cute little red head tapped his shoulder asking him if he wanted to order her a drink. A polite decline was half way out his mouth when he saw Chris staring at him. Silently telling him to accept. And so he did. He listened to her problems and nodded when it seemed appropriate. And when it seemed appropriate to kiss her, he did. They were joined at the hip when Chris came over with his plastered blonde and suggested they go to another club.
It was 11:22 p.m. The night was still and the fog was just beginning to thicken. Edge walked along Sunset Boulevard with Steph. He held her hand as she walked hurriedly behind him. He could feel them. They were close and he decided he'd meet up with them.
Steph felt ridiculous in the dress. But when she looked around she saw she wasn't exactly over dressed. Everyone was dressed in elaborate detail. She guess that was the whole LA clubbing scene. She bumped into Edge when he stopped suddenly.
He could smell it. He looked at Steph to see if she did. He saw how her eyes got dark. It was the smell of blood. Steph stood still for a moment. She removed her hand from Edge's and begin to wander away. Edge crossed his arms and watched as she strode into an alley. She came to a abrupt halt.
Chris knew they were there. The girl in his arms was moaning pitifully. While Christian's victim was making quite comical gurgling sounds. He moved his mouth away from the girl's soft neck and turned. He nearly dropped her when he saw Steph. His eyes grew slightly larger but quickly recovered. "Christ, Edge. Did you have to put her in her clothes." Edge chuckled. "They were the closest things available. We'll go shopping on the morrow." Chris saw Steph half scared, half hungry look. He rolled his eyes. "Come here." She obeyed. Steph was vaguely aware of the girl's hazy fear. But she was more aware of her need to feed. He tossed the girl in her arms and glared. Christian gave his girl to Edge. He quickly fed, never taking his eyes off Steph who drank with hesitance. The warm blood filled her as she let in travel through her. She pulled away when she felt the girl was close to death. She looked from Christian to Edge to Chris. She felt a small pang of guilt but it soon left. There was alcohol in the girls blood. So she was not only full but she was now buzzing. She stumbled a bit and nearly fell against Chris. He shrunk away from her. "She's your creation." He said bitterly. "Keep her away from me." Edge gathered Steph up in his arms. "C'mon darling. Back to the castle we go." Steph thought about fighting. But she didn't have the physical nor mental strength right now. Christian looked at the two pitiful carrions on the damn concrete. "What about…them?" Chris walked briskly. "Leave them." He said coldly.